Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June Days. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.